It's a recipe for disaster.
So do you want a turd sandwich or a turd sandwich with mustard. I'd go with the mustard, but still, it's a turd sandwich.
The irony here is we're looking for water and we're looking out for water. Without it you die, and with too much of it you die.
We need to get out of this fetid pusshole and get to some higher ground.
I feel like an hors deurve waiting to happen.
It's like I'm in a closet in a college dorm room.